Waiting for Mummy
The little dog looks up and wonders where is heaven?
Waiting for Mummy
He waits in the garden all alone
paws pressed soft upon the grass
eyes fixed high where clouds drift by
wondering where in heaven she has gone
The roses bow beneath the wind
he lifts his head, no sound to find
every bird that crosses the sky
he hopes his mummy will come back
The sun dips low and shadows creep
he rests beside the gate too sad to sleep
each passing breeze, each whispering tree
he wonders if mummy still thinks of me
He still has his dad but he just cries too
mummy please come back we both need you
his loyal heart, so worn, so true
beats only for the one he knew
The stars appear, cold and wide
he curls beside the garden side
and in the hush, his faithful sigh
he asks the clouds where is heaven dear sky’s
The moon drifts slow, pale and thin
he lifts his face, waits for her grin
each passing cloud, each silver light
he dreams she might return tonight
Morning breaks, the dew is cold
he lingers on the paths she used to hold
and still he waits with patient eyes
searching heaven for her disguise
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Aww! What a poem of many emotions. Really like the image you chose. A poem of human and animal lives.
This really tugs at the heart. 💔🌹
Such a sad but wonderful poem, Marie. Full of the sentiment that I am sure a dog would feel but cannot express. Gave them a limp in my throat.